The cold wind in the twelfth lunar month is particularly bitter at night.

Even though my physical fitness has been greatly improved during this period and I can resist the freezing, I feel a little numb when I stayed in one place for a long time.

But the heart is hot.

Taoist priest, monk, old doctor witch...

One by one, the masters who are only found in the legends in TV appeared one after another, making me realize that the real world is actually very exciting, and I just didn't notice it before.

"Do you want to go to Grandpa Mu's house to have fun?"

If it were the past, I was interested and didn't care about anything. I would go wherever I wanted, and occasionally I would go to Mu's hometown to play. But what I saw tonight, coupled with the look he looked at Liufing Mu's house during the day, had a lot of concern in my heart.

So, when this thought came to an end, it was immediately strangled to death and destroyed.

A big black cat who can talk!

What is the difference between this and the monsters that the elderly have told us about? To be honest, I am a little scared, who is only thirteen or less than fourteen years old.

“…”

Taking a deep breath, calming down the heat in my heart. I rubbed my hands hard, moved my body, and prepared to go home...

"Huh!"

At this moment, I saw the big black cat from Mu's hometown quietly appearing on the wall of his house. His pair of green eyes looked at the direction of Xiaoyao Village, and then looked around.

"snort……"

Then, it let out a very humane disdainful snorting, jumped off the wall, turned into a shadow like black smoke, and ran towards Xiaoyao Village.

What is it going to do?

The departure of the big black cat aroused my curiosity: Did you go to kill the monk? Or did you continue to go to harm the Liufinger mute house?

"Swoosh swish swish..."

While I was thinking about it, there was a slight and rapid footsteps on the road at the entrance of the village behind me. I was so excited that my whole body was hidden behind the big grass pier on the side of the road.

"This man's steps are so fast and light!"

After only a few breaths, the footsteps came from the entrance of the village, crossed the place where I was hiding, and reached the road ahead dozens of meters away. This speed was definitely comparable to the wild horses that were scattered. As for the strong players in the school who were racing for 100 meters, they were so weak that they were simply incomparable.

"Uncle Fan?"

I closed my breath and quietly stretched out my head. From the man's generous back, I recognized him at a glance. He was Fan Guoqing's father.

His goal is directed to Mu's hometown.

"Did Uncle Fan also know that Mr. Mu had put a witch curse to the Chen family in Xiaoyao Village? Go and persuade..."

"A martial arts master, a real martial arts master!"

When I saw Uncle Fan’s feet fall, it was seven or eight meters away. When I started, the pieces of soil dug up from my feet flew up one after another, flying more than ten meters high.

"Light skill, although this light skill is not very light, it looks very powerful!"

This scene made me look like my eyes lit up, and there was a monkey jumping up and down in my heart. It was really amazing.

It turned out that the villagers said that Uncle Fan could take action. His ability is so powerful, but I don’t know if he had taught his son Fan Guoqing…

It's strange. Since I was a child, I have never seen that boy Fan Guoqing fight with someone else.

What are the cultivation of Taoism, magic, witchcraft, etc., compared to the skills that Uncle Fan has shown in front of me, if I can, I would rather learn martial arts. The TV series and the number of villains over the past ten years have made the dream of a hero in my heart too profound.

"Master!"

Just as I was thinking wildly, Uncle Fan had already arrived at the door of Mr. Mu's house, and his name for Mr. Mu almost made my chin fall off.

"Come in…"

My ears were extremely sensitive, and the sounds that Mr. Mu heard from his home were clearly heard.

"Crack..."

The dilapidated wooden door of Mu Lao’s hometown made a sound of rotation at night, which was very harsh.

Then, Uncle Fan entered Mu's hometown.

Go...eave it overheard.

I was really curious inside. Relying on the recent changes in my facial sense perception and physical fitness, I followed the gable on the side of the road and touched towards Mu Lao.

Mr. Mu and Uncle Fan both know me, and even if they discover it, they won’t do anything...

“…”

With the thought of luck and anxiety, I soon came to a terraced field 30 meters away from Mu's hometown, climbed on the field, paid attention to it, pricked up my ears, and eavesdropped on the movements in Mu's hometown.

Inside, quickly calm.

As soon as I calmed down, the sound of snow slags and grass clippings rolling caused by the cold wind around me gradually melted away, not listening or feeling, as if they were all ringing thousands of meters away...

One rises and the other falls.

My mind was focused on Mr. Mu's home. A few dozen meters away, the sounds in his yard and the house quickly became bigger in my ears and heart...

this.

It is also the ability that has appeared on me recently.

"..., I went to that cave to see it, there was no trace of fighting,..." It was Uncle Fan's voice, as if talking about the death of the young Taoist Ma Yunyang.

"hehe…"

Mr. Mu smiled softly and said, "Of course there is no trace of fighting. There is still a soul-catching fragrance in the cave. It is obvious that he was directly ingested by someone, and the wreckage has no soul, which means that even the seven souls and essence have been ingested by someone. It is really nonsense to say that he was bitten to death by a wolf."

"ah!"

After hearing this, Uncle Fan was obviously a little surprised and asked, "Then... capturing the three souls and seven spirits, this is a method of the Wumen Sect. Is there any Wumen Sect capable people living in seclusion around? It's impossible..."

"It's very strange!"

Mr. Mu said: "To this day, even if the witch sect inheritance is passed down by soul-catching incense and witch tools, only a few old guys in the northern grassland and the southern Miaojiang area can do it."

Uncle Fan interrupted: "That Ma Yunyang is not an ordinary person!"

"The problem is here. Although Ma Yunyang is just a little Zhoutian Qi training man from Quanzhen Dragon Gate, his soul is firm and far beyond the reach of a person. I really can't imagine anyone who can do it."

I!

I can do it!

When I heard the discussion between Uncle Fan and Mr. Mu, I murmured in my heart.

In fact, I am not very clear about how that young Taoist priest died at the beginning. I only guessed that it has a lot to do with the Fenbao Cliff between my eyebrows.

"Huer..."

A breeze suddenly came into my ears.

“…”

My heart suddenly suffocated and my face changed drastically.

Something is wrong!

If there is really a sound of the wind, it will only become distant and out of reach in a magical state of "eavesdropping", unless it is not the real sound of the wind.

"Sunball!"

My heart was pounding, and my intuition told me that something was wrong. I pushed my hands on the cold ground and prepared to get up...

The next moment.

A strong hand fell from behind my neck, and it seemed to be carrying electricity. As soon as it touched my neck, it immediately made me numb and unable to move.

It's over!

ghost!
Chapter completed!